You see what I get for saying nothing interesting happened yesterday? It’s sort of like that time in Austin, Texas, when I told the friends I was staying with for the week that I hadn’t really seen anything weird all week…and then we proceeded to see a truck on fire at the side of the road not ten minutes later.
I was actually in the middle of watching an episode of AMC’s The Killing when the news last night broke, and don’t think there wasn’t a tiny part of my brain that wondered, “What would they have announced if I’d been watching A Game of Thrones? Or How I Met Your Mother?” It’s a weird feeling, being glad that someone is dead, but it’s hard not to want to put a little chalk mark in the victory column over it.
Meanwhile, today was every bit a Monday. Nothing very inter–
You know what? I’m not going to tempt fate. I think I’m just going to go to bed.